Hell; what a hoot
Do you truly want to go to heaven?
First of all, all trough-out our lives we are told to walk the righteous path so we could, in the end, be deserving of heavenly bliss.
Things that deceive and whirl us from that path are considered to be the works of Satan. From a biblical and morally spot on Christian point of view, nearly everything that I do is considered to be sinful (no, I don’t fuck children and murder people- all the time. You get the point I trust). Feel free to audit texts and codes of conduct that are considered to be the proper forms living- after every contradictory statement, you’ll find that there’s not much you can do.
So I asked myself- why would I want to spend my eternity surrounded with people I can not relate to, with things and interests that are limited and censored within their contents? Here god offers you a passage to the paradise, the equivalent to a library with all the good shit missing. I mean, wouldn’t it be unaccommodating if the guy who thought that electricity is a work of Satan was right? Or the guy who thinks eye-sight is for non-believers?
Truth is (that’s right), these imaginable places offer us a choice, but people do not consider them to be parallel in what they offer, it must be heaven for everyone, only a madman would turn down an offer from God. Good morals do not outwit personal preferences.
And the image of hell being what it is, a fiery pit of eternal-goddamned-suffer, is a step most would not take. But just think of the vast amount of time you would spend there. After 10^10 years you would not even notice the little burns. Can’t you just see yourselves banging four women at once whilst having a dildo rammed in your ass as Jim Morrison provides the entertainment (I’m starting to seriously doubt my conviction here)? Or at least reading ‘forbidden’ literature for millennia’s, whatever suits you.
Of course no one can know what it would be like, but the choices people make in their heads tell us a lot about the character. Also the imagined joints that differ in every head also tell a lot about your persona (I don’t need an analysis here. A point, that’s all).
But seriously, the point is that people are making choices, when they have absolutely NO concrete evidence about the ramifications of the choice at hand. So just go crazy and put that imagination to work. And don’t be afraid to modify your convictions.
What is your preference?
Do you truly want to go to heaven?
First of all, all trough-out our lives we are told to walk the righteous path so we could, in the end, be deserving of heavenly bliss.
Things that deceive and whirl us from that path are considered to be the works of Satan. From a biblical and morally spot on Christian point of view, nearly everything that I do is considered to be sinful (no, I don’t fuck children and murder people- all the time. You get the point I trust). Feel free to audit texts and codes of conduct that are considered to be the proper forms living- after every contradictory statement, you’ll find that there’s not much you can do.
So I asked myself- why would I want to spend my eternity surrounded with people I can not relate to, with things and interests that are limited and censored within their contents? Here god offers you a passage to the paradise, the equivalent to a library with all the good shit missing. I mean, wouldn’t it be unaccommodating if the guy who thought that electricity is a work of Satan was right? Or the guy who thinks eye-sight is for non-believers?
Truth is (that’s right), these imaginable places offer us a choice, but people do not consider them to be parallel in what they offer, it must be heaven for everyone, only a madman would turn down an offer from God. Good morals do not outwit personal preferences.
And the image of hell being what it is, a fiery pit of eternal-goddamned-suffer, is a step most would not take. But just think of the vast amount of time you would spend there. After 10^10 years you would not even notice the little burns. Can’t you just see yourselves banging four women at once whilst having a dildo rammed in your ass as Jim Morrison provides the entertainment (I’m starting to seriously doubt my conviction here)? Or at least reading ‘forbidden’ literature for millennia’s, whatever suits you.
Of course no one can know what it would be like, but the choices people make in their heads tell us a lot about the character. Also the imagined joints that differ in every head also tell a lot about your persona (I don’t need an analysis here. A point, that’s all).
But seriously, the point is that people are making choices, when they have absolutely NO concrete evidence about the ramifications of the choice at hand. So just go crazy and put that imagination to work. And don’t be afraid to modify your convictions.
What is your preference?
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